Future meets Past part five

Carmel's farwell

Both Carmel and I found it hard to believe that three years had past for her yet only three months  for me had past since I last took my leave.

Your child I asked excitement dancing in my brain, a boy she told me. I asked his name. Dante, what a beautiful name what does it mean I asked.Carmel smiled her eyes widened with joy as she whispered steadfast.

Reaching out she touched my tiny swelling belly and  asked if I was well I smiled and told her, yes, as far as I could tell. It was then I saw her pale face and red ringed eyes. What was wrong with my friend I felt concerned she took my hand and told me of a rival knight who taking their villages and land.

She took me to the battlements and showed me, way off on the horizon black smoking rising. Those are our villages you see.

I could see her brave and handsome husband leading his men towards what ever fate had in store for them. Suddenly like Carmel I felt the ice grip of a frozen hand tighten around my heart I recognized fear as my heart did a skip.

What is it Carmel enquired. I was now as pale as she was I told her I could feel her fea, like her I could feel the danger near. Come she said you look chilled, come and meet Dante he is just like his father and a loving child  as I could of willed.

Carmel

I was thrilled by the beauty of the castle was we wandered through the great halls and apartments such paints and tapestries, if we loose Carmel said all this will be plundered! She nearly wept at the thought, and my boy  they will banish me and take away my darling boy.

Dante portrait

We saw Dante’s portrait  before we entered his apartments a truly handsome child, but as we reached the door I saw a little angel playing on the floor.

He was up and running as soon as he saw Carmel, he was stopped in his tracks as he saw me with her as well. I could see in his eyes he was wondering who I was. I smiled at him he flashed a smile back I could clearly see him pondering!

Suddenly it grew cold and I could feel myself slipping away as if I was about to faint  then it was silent and dark. I awoke to fine I was back on my rampart. Pencil in hand and a lovely drawing of a mother and a small bo, I knew them to be Carmel and Dante.

The first chapter is at   https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/09/14/571/

the second is at         https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/09/15/581/

the third  is at          https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/10/23/642/

the fourth is at      https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/10/25/future-and-past-will-it-happen-againfuture-and-past-will-it-happen-again/

Future and past , will it happen again?

The next day my husband having to work , and on holiday!! I found myself wondering up the hill path from the farmhouse  to the castle walls and old town. If I was lucky not too many tourists would be around and I could find myself a quiet spot and spend some “me time” in the shade. The sun touching my face was making me hot so I tied my hair back. I could see for miles from the vantage point I found not unlike the spot I had discovered the day before. The sun was climbing high in the azure blue sky and I was happily drawing in my book.

Tieing back my hair

Again I felt myself slipping into that warm soft , edges fading place that I had been before. The old town, the people even the vista and the sun seemed to be reseeding into the distance and as if through a mist I could see, Carmel again. It looked as if she was seeing her husband,the  knight off on some conquest.

Carmel biding farewell to her Knight

I watched as she stood on some stairs to be at his eye level. As before they looked so in love, so close an invisible bond tying them together.

She still looked a lot like me, she still wore our shared necklace, I still knew that we were closely related. The years and countries between us were as nothing, we were close!

After a few minutes her husband ridden of to whatever quest lay before him, she dried her eyes and then saw me as I stood just opposite her. Smiling she looked towards me and beckoned me towards her.

I descended the steps and crossed the cobbled courtyard to join her. Have you had your baby yet I asked her, yes she smiled at me he was three now. OH! I said I am only a few months on since we last met. She just smiled at my reply I could see she did not understand truly what our meeting meant, well neither did I……………

The three stories this is connected to can be found at  The first at

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/09/14/571/

and the second part at

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/09/15/581/

and the third at

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/10/23/642/

When past meets the future

Ever since my mother handed  me, what we laughingly called the family jewels, I have been obsessed with its history what went before. Was it a history of wise men or of fools. As soon as it was placed into my hand I became its keeper and I felt my life and its history became laced entwined the same.

I sit here at my computer working late I lean back to ease my spine. Suddenly I see a flash of a woman working at her embroidery her stance the same as mine. I am intrigued, in truth I need to know who is                     this woman and why does she haunt me so.

My friends are all complaining , they ring me all the time. Urging me to join them they do not understand. My time just now is not mine. I have to find her, I have to know, her life is linked with mine the family tree tells me so. Hours I have spent researching the 16th century and it has paid off as there is so much of our family to see.

Carmel, she even had my name and her husband was a mighty lord, a knight of some renown. He was a fair man and ruled with kindness his domain. I found a painting of them upon the ramparts high.He was handing her a necklace which looks like mine. A  fact you can’t deny. A look of joy  between them as they are set against the evening sky.

Okay, I give in, I really need some sleep the information will still be here tomorrow my search for knowledge will keep. Turning off the computer the painting the last thing I see I slink off to bed closing  the study door quietly.

Gently now don’t wake him he too has had a long day, and he will only chide me for staying up so late, he cares in his own way.I was so tired and quickly I slipped into the sleep of the just or was it the dead the thoughts of Carmel Athloe gentle floating about my head.

The sun was out as we arose, such a beautiful day, lets visit the Athloe castle,your namesake lets go, Mike said, lets go today. I was in the shower and could not believe my ears , he always teased me about that fact my family own the  the ruin but had not lived there in two hundred years.

A quick call round to friends and a picnic soon prepared. It felt good to be going there a chance to clear the air. The food the wine the company the sun and sea too was glorious and our friends all said  how lucky we were to own this spot I replied  that, that, was true.

As evening arrived I went up upon the ramparts high there I stood my back to the sea as I gazed towards the sky. Breeze came up , my hair began to fly then as I looked down about to jump from my place on the rampart I could not believe my eyes. For standing right in front of me was Carmel from the painting. The golden glow of evening seemed to slip away all was odd and all was changed every thing had gone grey.

We stood so close, we were so alike she gently touched my face and ask from whence I came we both told each other things that we could not explain. This gentle Carmel was besotted by me and my necklace too, it seemed irrelevant but I seemed to feel that very soon she would have one too. She was so gentle and and delicate in every way, then I remembered reading that she would soon have a child ,before I turned and left her I told her so and she smiled.

I hear Mike and the others calling, Carmel was smiling at me her husband drawing near I felt something inside me move, my heart beat moved up a gear.

All of a sudden I awoke to see Mike standing over me his eyes were full of fear. Oh! my God you frightened us why did you disappear we looked for you everywhere  and then we find you fainted here.

Again next morning I was up and out early I had a mission in mind I headed towards the chemist the answer to a little test I had to find. I guess I have the answer but I needed to see it and know that it was true. I think Carmel and I had something more in common, true…………….

When Future meets the past

The light was fading , my lord and I could no be sure but for an instant I saw a vision of a woman here on the ramparts her back to the shore. The skies were alive with evening colours gold, red and pink when suddenly all was grey and she was there I did not know what to think .

She was beautiful my lord the strangest sight I have ever seen. She wore the shortest gown, her hair jet black  and she had eyes of green. Her lips were blood red and she had colours about her eyes. Her cheeks sparkled with a glitter as she looked up to the skies.

Long , long shapely legs she had my lord , they were bare and golden. Her tunic, page like, fell off of her  shoulder I have never seen the like. Of a sudden she brought her gaze to me her eyes glared her nostrils flared as if she had had a fright. I did not know what to do, stand still or take flight.

Rooted to the spot we stood, my lord. Neither of us knowing what to do. At length she stepped down off of the rampart and crossed the space between us I could not move I had no strength. Our eyes met, we were of the same hight , are you real she asked of me, I am I said, flesh and blood but what of thee.

She touched my face and my black hair,my lord. We both laughed a nervous laugh, “why” she said “you are really here! ” I was rooted to the spot marvelling at the fact that we could be sisters our hair, our eyes, even our voices were the same. “Tell me,” I asked this strange woman “what is your name.” Carmel she told me I could not speak I needed to laugh again for as you know that is my given name.

“Where are my friends” she asked, my lord. I said I did not know. She seem agitated by my maids approach and said she needed to go. Please stay awhile I beseeched for I was spell bound and did not want to let her go. Where on earth am I she kept asking and spinning round and round. “Carmel” I said and steadied her gently with my hand “I need to asked you one thing more “, she stopped and smiled and looked at me whispered, anything.

I had to ask her, my lord because I just had to know. If she was married lady what was her maiden name , she told me she was single, what that is I do not know but the strangest thing is her name was just as ours.  Her name was Carmel Athloe. All of a sudden she asked me the year. 1511 I told her she asked me twice again she just saying “No way ” again and again.

I saw it , my lord, just before she left. Around her neck  in gold and emerald  necklace. I put my hand up to my neck my a necklace the like of such I would love to wear.We both uttered the same question as  we looked so alike and then of course we both shared our  name. She called that “a double strike.” I understood her not yet again.

Just as you came into view, my lord she was telling me she was from 2011 the good God knows what that is. Do you think sir she could of come from heaven. Then all at once she heard her friends call, you know I heard them too. In one swift move she was back upon the wall she waved to me and said I would be with child soon she also said my lord you would be over the moon??

She seemed to know, my lord, what I have not yet told even you. I am with child my lord I am I am it’s true. I am sure I knew her we both had the same name she knew about my our child my lord.

What news what news my lady dear I think you need to rest , I think your meeting a secret we shall keep, I think it for the best. How wonderful our child now you carry. Come with me  I have a gift for you I hope you will always wear. A golden chain with emerald ……….

the necklace

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